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Even from this instant, banish him our city;
It shall be so,
friends;Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. Com.
Let me speak: I have been consul, and can show from* Rome, Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love My country's good, with a respect more tender, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, My dear wife's estimatet, her womb's increase, And treasure of my loins; then if I would Speak that Sic.
We know your drift : Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is ba.
Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so.
Abated* captives, to some nation
[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius,
Senators, and Patricians. Ædi. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Cit. Our enemy's banish’d! he is gone! Hoo !
hoo! [The People shout, and throw up their caps. Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city. Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates ;
come: The gods preserve.our noble tribunes ! -Come.
SCENE I. The same. Before a gate of the city.
Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius,
Cominius, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell :-
the beastt With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, Where is your ancient courage you were us'd To say, extremity was the trier of spirits ; That common chances common men could bear; That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Show'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded,
A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me
Vir. O beavens! O heavens !
Nay, I pr'ythee, woman, Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in
What, what, what!
My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Comigius With thee a while: Determine on some course, More than a wild expostures to each chance That starts i'the way before thee. Cor.
O the gods ! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, And we of thee : so, if the time thrust forth
A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
Fare ye well:
That's worthily As any ear can hear --Come, let's not weep. If I could shake off but one seven years From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, I'd with thee every foot. Cor.
Give me thy hand :Come.
The same. A street near the gate..
Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile.
Now we have shown our power,
Bid them home:
Dismiss them home.
[Erit Ædile. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Here comes his mother. Sic.
Let's not meet hier. Bru.
Why? Sic. They say, she's mad.
They have ta'en note of us : Keep on your way. Vol. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague
o'the gods Requite your love! Men,
Peace, peace; be not so loud. Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should
hear, Nay, and you shall hear some. Will you be gone?
[To Brutas. Vir. You shall stay too: (To Sicin.] I would, I
had the power To say so to my husband. Sic.
Are you mankind ?
O blessed beavens !
words; And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what;- Yet
• Mean cunning.